#my heart was found full of LOVE

[crimsonicarus]

hi!! i just read your fic on ao3 and its so good! so i thought i would tell you that i love the way you write and to thank you for it overall ❤️❤️

Anon ily, thank you for the message 😭😭😭

I overthink my writing way more than I should but each comment and message and kudo warms my heart so much, so happy you liked it

My honest reaction

[look-of-love]

YOOOOO HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH!! what if lato kisses you while playing with your hands. what if he did his gay little chuckle into the kiss. like what if bro - 🦈

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[qalrey]

🦋🦋🦋

[timetomarvel]

Theory time!

I dove head first back into the Kingdom Hearts rabbit hole. And right now, I am convinced Sora is the next life of the Player character from KHUX.

(I am not sure if a post like this exists already but hear me out!)

So first of all: it is canon, that hearts can decide to be reborn. And we know, that the Player at least has a second life.

In the end They become Xehanorts caregiver and die on Destiny Islands of all places.

But that is not all. In one of the (to me) most exciting sequences of KH3, Sora is being saved by the fallen Keyblade wielders from KHUX on the Keyblade Graveyard.

Those "lights from the past" how Ventus puts it later, are lead by Ephemer.

As great and exciting as it is to see Ephemer again.. why is he there? He didn't fall in this war, nor did he become a dream eater (as far as we know). So how is it possible for Sora to have a connection to Ephemer, strong enough to give him a face and a voice in this vision?

But even though Ephemer didn't die that day, like the others that help Sora in this battle, he was still there in the end. Surrounded by a blinding white light, saving Player.

I just love this! Especially since Union Cross is a lot about how the mind might forget but the heart remembers. So Sora's heart reaching back several lifes, tracing the connection to the person who saved him in this exact same place before.. it would be beautiful.

Oh and something else I stumbled across yesterday.

Lauriam asks Player to keep his sister in their heart. But that promise has no point or consequences. The player never meets Strelitzia if I remember correctly.

But guess who finds her in a different reality 👀😄

[imaginedmelody]

Listen, we all know from 2016 that I fell hard and fast for the beloved tumblr obsession that is the Foxhole Court books. But the author surprised-announced not long ago (late last year I think?) that there was a new book coming out in the series when she never gave any hint that this was a possibility, and it released yesterday night, and well...

I'm right back on my bullshit y'all. 15% in and I can feel myself being re-consumed by this fandom as completely as the meteor that killed the fucking dinosaurs.

[chaos-has-theories]

Hunith leaned on her rake and watched as the car swerved into the driveway. It had barely come to a halt when the passenger door opened and Gwen climbed out. She looked tense. She was also drenched from head to toe. The hem of her jeans sagged, the rest of it looked damp and clammy. Her shirt must have dried during the drive home, but it had bits of seaweed stuck to it. Her hair was eighty percent frizz. When she saw Hunith at the fence, Gwen smiled unconvincingly, and sped towards her house just slow enough that it couldn’t be called a run. The driver’s door slammed loudly and Arthur came stomping around the car. He looked no better than Gwen: If anything, he was wetter than she had been. He didn’t even grab anything from the trunk, much less wait until he could lock the car. He just marched into the house and slammed that door behind him, too. Just as Hunith thought that scene couldn’t get any stranger, the back door opened and her son climbed out. The greeting died on her lips before it could escape. Merlin looked like a storm warning. Hunched shoulders, pursed lips, flashing eyes - oh, and he was wearing a dress. Not even a good dress. It was an oversized grey monstrosity and looked like it came from the garbage bin of a secondhand store. It was definitely not one of Hunith’s. Merlin had bunched it up at the hips in at attempt not to stumble over the long skirts, and he stomped past her and into the house with no sign that he had seen his mother at all. She could hear him all the way up the stairs, and then the slam of his bedroom door. Alright then. All the noise must have roused Gaius from his afternoon nap. He stuck his head out the door, looking exactly as bewildered as Hunith felt. „Was that Merlin?“, he asked. Hunith nodded. “And... a wig?” Another nod. „Hm.“ With a final puzzled look up the stairs, Gaius retreated to his study. Hunith turned back just in time to see Mordred clambering out like the smallest clown in the clown car. He was dry and dressed normally, but he was wearing an expression of utter defeat. With his towel held in front of him like a terrycloth shield he walked towards Hunith as if he’d much rather write a difficult math test. He dithered at the gate for a moment, and then met Hunith’s gaze only to sigh the world-weariest sigh she had ever heard. (Which was saying something. Hunith had lived with Gaius for most of her life, and would have previously named him world champion of sighing. Somehow this was still the most normal thing that had happened in the past ten minutes.) „My dads will pick me up in a few minutes“, Mordred told her morosely. „Can I wait here?“ „Of course“ Hunith hurried to say. „Do you want something to drink? Bal made cookies, if you want any. They’re in the kitchen.“ Mordred gave the door Merlin had stormed through a long, dubious look. „I think I’d rather wait out here.“ „Alright.“ Hunith watched as he settled himself on the doorstep, towel in his lap. With a deliberately casual air she picked up the shovel and continued weeding. „I probably don’t even want to know“ she said conversationally, „but what exactly happened at the lake?“ The child behind her made a noise like an upset mouse. „I don’t know“, he whined. „Merlin doesn’t tell me anything.“ Hunith looked over her shoulder to see Mordred scuff at the earth with his shoes, a frustrated expression on his face. „But I had to help Merlin put on a costume and Gwen and Arthur fell into the water and they both cried and everyone shouted and I think they broke up.“ „I see“, Hunith said faintly. That would fit with what she’d seen, but - she’d thought Gwen had broken up with Arthur a week ago? And anyway, none of this explained the costume, or really anything, but she’d decided to ignore that for now. „I’m sorry that happened. It sounds uncomfortable.“ „I’m sorry it happened too.“

[luck-of-the-drawings]

THE ORDER OF PALMS An order of holy folk that serve The Helm, working to create powerful Aasimar Paladins for the purpose of protecting any who hire their help. [BACKSTORY UNDER CUT]

One day, Gjör and her peers were lead by their mentor Opheria, to a mission far from their home. On the peak of that mountain village, they saw upon the horizon, the castle of their home go up in flames. Horrified and scared, the apprentices sought to follow their mentors guidance, and followed her lead into a small barn. It was there, that Opheria proceeded to slaughter each and everyone of the apprentices. It seemed she somehow had a hand in this sudden attack on the Order of Palms. Gjör D'annevual survived a sword through the 'heart', on account of a rare condition, that places her heart on the other side of her chest. When she finally managed to bring herself back home, the Order was insulted by her survival. She had so many better peers, why couldn't any of them have survived? This runt was seriously the only thing that survived Opherias wrath? It was better to just wash their hands clean of this. Thus the Order decided to banish Gjör from their ranks. She now travels the land in search of a purpose.

[moeblob]

So I saw a screenshot of Ralph without his hat (for his wedding outfit + I think a DLC outfit didn't have it?) and honestly. There's a reason he wears it. It's unfair if he doesn't. Olive Town really is just "hot bisexuals in your area" and they would thrive if they advertised it as such.

[a-dose-of-phitre]

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

i am not the same person i was before i listened to one man band

[garoujo]

bro i’m legit crying so hard at howls moving castle i love this movie . the fact he dated pretty girls because he was looking for sophie . the fact calcifer only listened 2 her because he’s his heart :( “find me in the future” and HE DOES “there you are, sweetheart. sorry i’m late, i was looking everywhere for you.”

[blacknifealecto]

truly truly hate the feeling of being really into something and loving it and then feeling discouraged because youre not enjoying it "the right way"

[perrybearwaks]

He arrived just in time to celebrate the Frontiers anniversary 🥺💙💤

[workwort]

went for a walk by the river went to the bakery went to the library

[dramaism]

me rewatching "just being friendly" mv by msp cast at 2am and wondering for 257463637 time where the heck gmmtv found this whole cast

[homesicc]

pouring every last ounce of love i have into my friendships has been the most rewarding and beautiful decision of my life. i’ve always tended to lose myself in relationships as i let them consume me and i lose sight of myself, and in turn my friendships. but i’ve spent the last year taking that part of myself back, and i’ve never felt more free. i know in my heart i want romantic love, but i will never again settle for anything less than the love i receive just from my friends alone. i am surrounded by the most genuine, inspiring, kind and gracious people on earth and i could not be more grateful. every aspect of my life feels so fulfilled because of my friends that i’ve reached a point where i no longer need to crave romantic love. i am so safe and loved and appreciated by so many people in so many ways now and all my love is returned so graciously. i’ve truly never in my life felt this happy and content and above all else, healed. and all it took was letting myself be alone, but not at all lonely. i love my friends more than i think they’ll ever know, but i’ll be damned if i don’t do everything in my power to make sure i try to express it to them every day. they’ve brought me back to myself. i am so obnoxiously happy every damn day i wake up on this earth and it’s all because of them. cherishing and nurturing your friendships above all else may truly be the key to real, pure happiness.